The Yellow top of a ride on car
A red plastic tractor that hasn't gone far
The sandpit lid sits all forlorn
For no children are out this morn
A whirligig, not spins or holds
Any gently drying clothes
The children's slide, swing and balls
Still hiding under previous icy snow falls
But there is signs of life and hope
In my garden with its slope
A robin red breast pecks away
On a bird feeder filled today
The Brussels sprouts stand proud and tall
Some leeks too survived the snow fall
Inside, all warm I scheme and plan
for spring to come and lend a hand
For this winter has been hard
Snow is still falling on this yard
This was inspired by the view out of my kitchen window, for the writing workshop at Sleep is for the weak
